Society had not collapsed after the first gates appeared. It had reorganized, tamorphosing into a better version of itself.
The early years were chaotic, yes, but not in the dramatic, cinematic way docuntaries later liked to portray. It was confusion more than anything else. Governnts argued over terminology while the first dungeon outbreaks were still being classified as "localized disasters." Militaries tried conventional responses. Scientists insisted it was a temporary anomaly.
Then the awakened began to appear.
At first, they were dismissed as statistical outliers—individuals who had survived exposure to high mana concentrations and displayed abnormal physical enhancent. It took months before the pattern was undeniable. Sothing in humanity was adapting.
Once that was accepted, everything accelerated.
The global order shifted, ministries of defense were supplented with awakened divisions. Private security firms rebranded into licensed awakened guilds. Insurance markets recalculated risk around dungeon proximity zones. Trade routes rerouted toward regions rich in mana-stable resources. Universities established entire faculties dedicated to mana physics and dungeon ecology.
The World Awakened Association erged as a coordinating body out of necessity rather than ambition. It standardized rank assessnts, dungeon classifications, compensation brackets, and ergency protocols. It also standardized public ssaging to ensure chaos mitigation. Panic had proven more destabilizing than monsters during the first wave of collapses.
Within a decade, stability returned—not the old stability, but a new one built with awakened individuals as structural pillars.
Trade expanded dramatically. Mana reactive materials reduced manufacturing costs. Regenerative compounds derived from dungeon organisms revolutionized dicine. Energy shortages eased with the introduction of mana assisted generators. Even small nations without strong conventional militaries could negotiate from a position of strength if they possessed a handful of high-ranking awakened.
Cri rates declined in most developed regions, largely because enforcent capacity had increased. A single mid-tier awakened could neutralize threats that would previously require entire tactical units. Surveillance improved. Response tis shortened. The cost of organized violence rose sharply.
Though not to be misunderstood, It was not utopia.
Dungeon breaks still occurred. Cities were still evacuated. Casualty numbers were never zero, if anything, the average was astronomically higher than what it had been before.
But compared to the instability of previous centuries, world wars, genocides, economic collapses, ideological revolutions, rebellions, man-made disasters, the modern era was remarkably controlled.
For the first ti since the dawn of humanity, order had co into existence.
Predictable order.
And at the center of that order were the awakened.
Among them, S-ranked individuals occupied a category almost separate from the rest. Their numbers were low enough to be counted individually, each person a titanic pillar holding up society. Their capabilities were treated as strategic assets. Governnts negotiated around them. Corporations built brands around them. Public fascination followed naturally.
They were not royalty.
But they were close enough.
Which was why Aris had assud he would never need to worry about that level of attention, even despite his lineage.
A-rank had been the realistic ceiling. High A-rank if he pushed. That was where most exceptional awakened plateaued. S-rank qualification required more than discipline; it required breaking through thresholds that statistically appeared once every few decades. It was less about effort and more about inherent capacity, and the innate potential of an individual.
Now he stood in a briefing room, maintaining a polite, professionally neutral smile as officials discussed dia containnt strategies, and security protocols that would apply to him effective imdiately.
The shift in tone was subtle but unmistakable.
Which was a problem...
Because becoming an A-rank ant more freedom in work.
Becoming an S-rank ant visibility.
Visibility ant attention.
Attention ant scrutiny.
And scrutiny was the one thing he had spent years avoiding, going as far as to hide his heritage as an Ashborne.
He kept nodding at appropriate intervals, hands folded neatly in front of him, posture composed. Inside, however, one thought repeated with increasing clarity:
This was significantly more inconvenient than planned.
To the point that he was having a hard ti holding back the urge to throw a punch to the floor.
The briefing was straightforward enough;
"Your classification will be announced within forty-eight hours. We’ll delay the public release until your security accommodations are finalized."
Security accommodations.
He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"I live in a two-bedroom apartnt," Aris said politely. "Third floor in on a building in the pink district."
A brief pause.
One of them cleared his throat. "That will be... noted."
Of course it would.
He let out a small sigh.
Awakened were not simply stronger individuals. They were insurance policies against systemic collapse. Every major city maintained a minimum defensive quota of high-rank hunters. Trade hubs were strategically positioned near stable guild clusters. Even diplomatic negotiations factored in awakened density.
S-ranks, especially, were deterrents.
Not against monsters.
Against each other.
The current era was considered peaceful not because humanity had grown kinder, but because escalation had beco too expensive. No nation wanted to risk open conflict when the first strike could involve soone capable of leveling regions in minutes. In a nutshell, stability was enforced by mutual capability.
Another slide appeared.
"Given your combat profile," the evaluator continued, "you are suited for precision suppression rather than large-scale devastation. Your efficiency index is exceptionally high."
Aris maintained his composed expression.
Precision suppression.
He almost laughed.
They spoke as though this were a career specialization. As though he had applied for a position and been matched according to aptitude.
In reality, most of his efficiency had co from necessity. Fighting cleanly minimized attention. Ending encounters quickly prevented prolonged observation. Controlled output reduced rumors, and most importantly, it kept his own powers in check.
Ironically, the habits he’d cultivated to stay invisible had made him more impressive on paper.
A different official leaned forward, this one donning an expression way too sharp to his discomfort. "You will receive invitations. International summits, strategic councils, endorsent offers. We recomnd hiring soone to sift through the noise for you."
"What if i just refuse all of them?" Aris asked mildly.
The room shifted, just slightly.
"Would be within your rights," ca the diplomatic response. "However, cooperation would be better for everyone."
There it was.
Soft obligation.
No chains.
Just expectation. Duties that he was now bound to.
He nodded slowly.
Outside this building, the system functioned smoothly. Goods moved across continents. Energy grids humd. Cri statistics trended downward year after year. The public slept under the reassurance that soone stronger was awake.
And now he was being folded into that reassurance.
He had wanted promotion, what a joke.
A-rank ant higher dungeon access, better compensation, broader operational range. It was freedom with improved benefits.
S-rank was different.
S-rank ca with handlers.
With optics teams.
With security escorts.
With analysts tracking your movents to model national risk exposure.
He kept smiling.
Answering questions.
Confirming biotric verification.
Signing non-disclosure agreents that were thicker than most employnt contracts.
Sowhere in the middle of it, the reality settled in fully.
His life had beco awfully inconvenient.
When the eting finally concluded, an assistant handed him a temporary identification badge—matte black, embossed with a subtle gold insignia.
No rank letter printed.
It didn’t need one, the lack of it was the statent itself.
As he stood, the officials rose as well.
That small detail told him more than anything else had.
He stepped out into the hallway.
Aris exhaled slowly.
He had walked into this building expecting a reassessnt.
He was walking out as... one of the most prized people in existence.
And he was still trying to figure out how, exactly, he was supposed to buy groceries now.
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